All right, I'm going to be too distracted from my other work if I don't post this now, so here it is:

That cage with the surly toad is supposed to be strapped to his shoulder, much like the way a pirate would have his trusty parrot perched on the same spot. And pretend that's a giant container of acid green crazy. I need to work on my gadget-drawing skills.

Permanently out of his gourd from the toad-skin stretched over his mouth and nose, Click builds nothing but sex-gadgets, in a fight against sexual repression. Buzzers, clickers, lickers, flickers, latex feet with vaginas in them - nothing is beyond this genius of invention...!

I came up with the most beautifully wrong take on this guy's history while walking to work and will be doing a page featuring the passing of the torch from the Golden Age Gadget Man to the Silver Age Gadget Man tonight when I get home...